"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I don’t know where you are right now. Probably you aren’t even in Heaven. I don’t know. You were my closest friend when we were children. And I miss you. I bet if you saw me now you wouldn’t recognize me. You wouldn’t realize that the girl with dead eyes and chapped lips and blue hands was the girl you used to whisper words of love to. It’s okay I wouldn’t have recognized me either.

If you saw the scars tainted on my thighs when I was 12, those were for you. Those marks were for you because I loved you so fucking much and you were just gone. You left and I’m still here. Maybe I’ll join you one day. Maybe not. But oh God, Micheal do I miss you.

I miss your laugh and the way that eyebrows would scrunch at me. And the way your eyes would light up upon seeing me.

I miss the way you held my hand and told me that it’ll all be alright the most.